Get out of Here



The violet, silver sunset,

Brought moonshie to the sky,

And I watched the stars come out,

In a deep blue velvet sky

As the nightbird called an end tothe bright array

Of sunshine-

I stood alone at dusk, and I began to cry.

In somber tones of chestnut, a weight upon my

Back-

I contemplate escape from the pain of

Grayand black

I saw an aura-

I thought of where I was, and I saw the sun's

Decline-

And I could only say "Give in" to defeat at

Any time.

But an attitude of whiteflagged surrender

don't give in, Reis!

Is Debt at any cost

The struggle to succeed is gargantuan

But "it's poshbull", all is not lost

I told myself, "Hey, Reisa, you can do it"

Yes, you can.

For everyone to hear.

I'd give every drop of that moonshine-

To just "Get out of Here!"




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